Our love was a hurricane--chaos in the beginning... true feelings flooded in with the pouring rain.
We panicked.
You were hesitant and I was scared.
The gusts of wind blew me over more and more, harder and harder with everything you did until I finally fell.
My knees gave out and I was on the ground praying to God you'd be everything I'd ever wanted, everything I'd ever needed.
And as the surge began to calm, I began to have hope for me and you.
It was the eye of the hurricane as some might say.
The waters rose once again, this time doing a different kind of damage.
I lost my home within you--it was washed away by all the things no one should ever say.
And as the storm moves on to another town, I find myself missing it more and more and I'm left to rebuild a home within myself.
I can only hope you'll come back around once more, stronger than before.
And I can only hope I'll be more prepared.
I'll build my home stronger, climb up to the roof, and not be so quick to jump into the first boat that comes my way--even if it means missing my only chance at being saved.